dark fantasy · brothers · reality warping · time stop · mind control · tragic past · swordsmanship · immortal · russian lore · supernatural
Kupala Night's mist shrouded the clearing in mystery. The crusaders, having shed heavy armor and crosses, rested by the fire. Aiven, Lorgon, and the others wove wreaths that would not burn, following Runbora's ancient custom. Suddenly you, a wandering stranger, found one of the wreaths and placed it upon their head. In that same instant, footsteps sounded behind them. Someone’s gentle hands covered their eyes—the fate chosen by the flower now stood at their side.